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Month: October 2026

woman siting by window in airplane

‘Window Seat Musings’ and other poems

By: Snigdha Agrawal Window Seat Musings shut out from the world,my life fits in neatlyinto the dimensions of this roomMa had it painted recently.one entire wall, floor to ceilingthe guy from Asian Paintssuggested a tropical forest:birds frozen mid-flight,petals strewn by…

man praying in blur

a dada lament

By: James Aitchison (pantoum) poverty is a form of worshipfrankly my dear I don’t give a damnnipped by a dog my old dancing bearthe furrows of disbelief (under a red rose tree) frankly my dear I don’t give a damnwe…

soldiers with cannon

The Charge of the Fright Brigade

By: James Aitchison (After Alfred Lord Tennyson) Half a leg, half a leg,Half a leg onward,Moaning and rattling their chainsLimped the six zombies.“Forward, the Fright Brigade!Let’s feed on some corpses!”Hungry for human remainsLimped the six zombies. “Forward, the Fright Brigade!”Look,…

a decorative black box on a wooden table

A Wooden Way

By: Tim Boiteau While waiting in her unfinished kitchen for the coffee to percolate, Anna Debeer’s eyes tracked across the peeling corn-colored laminate countertop, over all the cardboard boxes brimming with gadgets and mugs and spices, when the dream she’d…

a brown wooden coffin

Casket Sharp

By: De’Ashia Wallace 24 other boys probably dressed like thisblue Levi’s, a white polo, a brown sweater, and black Rockport bootsthis is what he likes to wearhe told me it makes him look like a big boyhe smiles in all…

colorful leaves flying around wooden stairs in forest in autumn

‘Orange sugar maples’ and other fall haiku

By: Jim Bates Orange sugar maplesBlazing against cold grey skiesLifts a mood to joy. Late fall woodland walkSoft and leafy decaySense of inner peace. Outside in the snowSoft flakes landing on my faceFeeling young at heart. Fresh snow transformingBrown ground…

trees and flowers on grass in park

“For a While Now” and other poems

By: David Sapp For a While Now For a while nowToo long the shut-inTV my best buddyDoing little more thanShuffling to fetch the mailI get out for a bit andI’m astonished to findThe oak tree’s girthIs predicably thickerThe wheat has…

hand holding antique key against rustic door

Finding the key

By: Duane L Herrmann             “How can we find people?” Tom asked. “We don’t have the key.”             “But, we have the elements of the key, and you know them,” Sarah replied.             “What do you mean?”             “We have…